Days kept on passing and the contact between them kept on minimizing. He didn't come close to her after that night. When he would come to sleep, he would just turn his side and sleep rather than engulfing her in his sturdy arms as he used to.He was aloof.As if he had gone far, far away from her. That made a mist encompass around her.Though he was close to her but his eyes....His eyes were just emotionless.They didn't sparkle the way they did whenever he would come to work and look at her.He would just come, change his clothes, go to his study or either go out and when he would be back, he'd lay in the bed either reading a book or sleep.She would keep on looking at him, keep on waiting for the moment when his eyes would raise and rest on her for more than a second as they used to lay before but he would just give her a glance, occasionally.As if she didn't exist.As if nothing between them existed.He ignored her like she meant nothing to him.As they weren't husband and wife.
Why?The question was, why...Why her heart was beating like a drum.Why she felt her heart breaking into pieces...Why was she feeling the tears accumulating within her eyes.Why his statement was hurting her.Hurting her so much that she was able to feel the pain in her heart.Was he betraying her?She wasn't in love but still it pained her.She was forced in the marriage but still it pained her.She hadn't accepted this marriage but still it pained her.Maybe she had began to....She brushed off the thought.He was cheating on her with Farah.A lone tear escaped her eye as she sat alone in her room. She cleared the tear as soon as it fell.Prostitutes like her had no share on love.Non-virgin unmarried women like her did not deserve to get married.Tainted women like her were only supposed to quench the thirst of the sexual arousals of men.She had been taught this whole life.Her whole life these words were being fed to her.The partial reason she had not and would not accept this
Her mind was trying hard to put two and two together. Her eyes were widened with surprise yet her brain was occupied in connecting the dots and trying to make herself believe that it was him who was standing infront of her.She was stilled at her spot. Her feet has refused to move. All her strengths were occupied in coming out of the shock.The face she had always abhorred. The person whom she had always loathed.He was standing infront of her. Tall, fit and fine. Did not they take him away as well?Then how is he here?"Uncle," she whispered, still in her trance. Her eyes slightly shifted to another man in the room. His green eyes were already fixed at her face.How is he connected with Ayyan?Another question popped up in his mind.Sufyan moved closer towards her and flicked his finger. Ayaan moved and locked the door.She was suddenly on a high alert. Her heart was palpitating in her ears. But still the confusion that had her mind arrested didn't let her think much. "Roshanay,
She was back in the vibrant crowd. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. Her eyes was able to spot many fake smiles and laughters. Her eyes was also able to detect envious gazes. She saw people meeting each other with happy faces only to turn around and backbite about each other. The sweet aura they exuded earlier getting replaced with venom in matter of seconds. This was what it was.The elite class of Pakistan.Fake.Ostentatious.Pretentious.Gaudy. And sham.Her honey-amber eyes noticed the bride. Zahra.Donning a black bridal dress.She looked ecstatic. So pure. So innocent. The perfect word was, 'shy'Not even for once did she look up and matched her stare with the groom. Roshanay could feel as if she was trying to maintain a difference from the groom.The bride was awfully quiet. As if she didn't like being subjected to this concentration of attention. To Roshanay, she looked fearful because she witnessed what happened a few moments ago at the road where she got caught elo
Every now and then, her eyes would get wide upon seeing the price tags making her quickly place the article away. One look at those dresses, bags, shoes and accessories, she knew she didn't belong to this place. A pair of shoes alone cost more than fifty thousand. With timid steps, she approached Moosa and looked at his chest, "can we... go somewhere else?""Why?" he asked, his eyes pinning her and she felt goosebumps arising near her neck. Whenever his light brown eyes pinned her with his austere gaze, she always found her heart doing somersault. She was still trying to process what were these feelings. They were not so potent. But they did make her shy. As if her heart was in a web of attraction.It was getting attracted towards him.Magnetized by his eyes sometimes.But she was too fearful to admit these emotions even to herself. "Umm.... it is... very expensive.... for me.... for someone like me....."She looked down again. She didn't want to look like a gold digger. Women
Her eyes were going through the lines of the book she was reading but every now and then she has to focus on words to grasp the meaning. Continuously, her mind was being shifted to somewhere else instead of thr story which those lines entailed. The book, titled, 'Zaryaab' was about an underworld mafia guy who was not just a businessman but also a prominent politician of the country. A dark and quiet aura had succumbed him always on the streets he walk and within his heart, he carried a deep and intense fire that had been burning him for years. The book was nice, engaging and full of mysteries but still couldn't get Roshanay's focus as her mind was on something else which was more intense and heartwracking at the moment. Something which required her attention more than this book. She was only reading it to drift her thoughts away but again her mind dragged her to the same point which she had been trying to avoid. The chip. She still has not planted it in his study. And she was tryi
Entering the room, she found him shirtless sitting on the sofa, using his phone. Her eyes cursorily went to his screen and found he was reading one of his mails. She had never seen him using social media. Rather she once searched for him on social media from the phone he bought for her but she couldn't find him. He was not a social media person. And it was a relief for her.It meant other girls won't be able to talk to him.She really didn't know where this possessiveness was coming from. But she really didn't like other girls eyeing him. And this was the prime reason she hated Farah more than usual since her eyes were set on Moosa.He was her husband!There was a time when she used to see him in news, giving interviews to various news channels and see people commending him for running NGO's to help people in need. People carried a very soft and gentle image of Moosa in their heart. So did she. Often she feel connected to him. As if their was a built-in connection in her heart for h
"There.... there is nothing, Moosa," she uttered with hesitance. Her lips were smarting with the rough yet demanding and somewhat soft kiss. "Are you sure?" he held a grape from the trolley and forwarded the grain to her for to take bite which she did before putting the rest of piece in his mouth. Roshanay just nodded without looking at him. The confusion was now bubbling up within her to tell him or not now. She lacked the courage to let the truth run on her tongue. "Alright then," he said, looking at her face while her eyes were on her lap, "I trust you with this," At his words, something broke in her heart and she suddenly felt a surge of guilt rushing within her system."Thank you," she whispered in her heavy voice."I suppose you did not have your dinner so you're going to eat with me," he announced and fed her a morsel that she thought he made for himself.....A few days passed just like that. Alizey was busied with her university and studies so they both did not get enoug
Roshanay's eyes opened and the first thing she saw was the dark sky. Immediately, the parchness of her throat hit her, fueled by the intense thirst and she sat up, looking around for water. And her eyes fell on the jug and glass on the table. She immediately poured herself a glass and chugged it down the throat. But only one glass was not enough to satiate her and she gulped two more. She instantly felt the coldness of water spreading in her dry throttle, bring her peace. It was then she realized where she was. At Moosa's office.And fear was quick to grasp her heart. She quickly sat up, pushing the comforter. Her heart beating hard and fast in her chest. She looked around the room to confirm that he wasn't there. The struck breath partially released upon not finding him there. She thought of leaving the room but that cautious part of her brain told her otherwise. She thought she wasn't suppose to leave until he permits so she waited patiently for him to come and grant her permiss
Roshanay stopped dead in her tracks, her back straightening. Her heart began to shiver with fear. Agonizing fear. Her body began to tremble with dread.The marks on her back began to throb as she remembered the belt treatment that was given to her by him.She heard the door closing but she didn't turn back to look at him. Her heart palpitating in her chest.Dread creeping up her nerves. Knots in her stomach tightening painfully.She heard him getting closer and closer as her nostrills got enriched with his scent. And after a few moments, her vision filled with his sight as he sat on the sofa, the table infront of which, she was cleaning.Roshanay was on her knees, her hand holding the cleaning clothe of the table. She didn't dare looking up at him. Not even for a second.Her hands began to shake as soon as she felt someone was looking at them.She was visibly shaking."Alright. I'll talk to you later," with that being said, he cut the call.And then she knew, she was now center of his
Horror etched on Roshanay's face as she turned towards the crowd who stood at the door. Next, she climbed up the bed and reached for the door so she could run away. She didn't round the bed to reach the other side since Moosa was standing there in the center. "One step out of this room, Roshanay, and you'll see a fate worst than this dead man," Moosa said, without looking back at her. This ceased her movements immediately and she stopped. She saw everyone leave. Every maid. Every servant. Not even one stopped to help her and she stood helplessly near the frame of the door. Farah left as well. But when his mother was about to leave, Roshanay held her dupatta, glancing at her with pleading eyes. "Please... save me...s-s-s-ave m-m-me... I am...am innocent," she was hiccupping but in a low voice. Her eyes full of tears. "Mother, you're still here?" Moosa turned towards them, "please close the door once you leave," he said and Afsheen passed a sympathetic glance to her before leaving
Roshanay was in her room when a maid entered to serve her the dinner when she asked the maid, "what is this noise outside?" "This doesn't concern you," the maid's response was dry. The servants have begun to treat her differently after the truth of her past was revealed. And she knew it was Farah who spread her. She now practically controlled the house. All the servants and maid bowed to her. "Tell me or I will complain to Moosa," At this, the maid laughed. "Madam don't try to act like a respectable women. Or don't act as if you are the wife of the owner of this house. Also, Sir Moosa is getting engaged with Ms. Farah. That is why the noise," The ground slipped beneath her feet. "What?" She whispered to herself as the maid left. Grabbing her dupatta, she stood up and stepped out. Though, the door wasn't allowed to be locked after her claustrophobic episode but he forbade her from going out of the room. She went towards the lounge where the noise came from and was surprised to se
The next morning, Afsheen woke up and found Farah sleeping beside her. Farah has shifted to her room after Alizeh's kidnap to mentally and emotionally support her. Afsheen really appreciated Farah's efforts towards her. A smile came on her lips as she caressed Farah's hair. All her efforts in the previous days proved Afsheen that how much Farah loved her. And all Afsheen wanted was to equally love her back. The day after Roshanay's truth was revealed to them, Farah has told Afsheen about the love she had always carried for Moosa and then placed her request infront of Afsheen- helping her in marrying Moosa and in the divorce of Moosa and Roshanay. Afsheen had told her that it was Moosa's decision to take but then Farah countered arguement of Roshanay being manipulative and would pull Moosa back again in her charms and there were chances he might end up forgiving her. Slowly, without even realizing, Afsheen began to dance on Farah's tunes. Farah has completely manipulated her. Sh
His eyes struggled to open but with great difficulty, he atlast opened them. A wave of headache was quick to course through his head, making him close his eyes again. He croaked slightly, trying to sit up but he felt someone's hand around his chest. This made him open his eyes and he tried to get back to his senses. He was shirtless. Only in his boxers.Farah's clothes were lying on the floor and she was lying beside him. Sleeping.She was wearing his shirt. Only. Her legs bare were entwined with his.His eyes fell on the bottles of wine lying on the floor. All empty.Then he saw trails of hickeys on Farah's neck. Her scent on him.And he was shocked to the core.He tried to recall but his mind was blank. Rather it was smarting with pain making him unable to recall anything."Farah! Wake up!" he jolted her shoulder and she immediately woke up with a jerk."Moosa? What happened?" she asked, sitting up.Their position was too intimate."What happened last night, Farah?" Moosa sat up, r
Roshanay quickly stepped back to the room where she just entered from. And before he could do anything, she closed the door and locked the room. After she has fainted that day, Moosa didn't keep the door of her room locked but strictly forbade her from stepping out. She had almost died that day since the room where she was kept was out of electricity for about a week. And because of the heat and the utter darkness that consumed the room, day and night, she began to have hallucinations. And that evening, those hallucinations got intense and she felt as if she was seeing things. Once she got to know that the door of her room was not locked now, she had decided to began her hunt and search for the room where her mother was. She was so desperate to meet her mother. She just wanted a big warm bear hug from her now. Because only her presence could eliminate all her worries. She was just doing now and since it was 2 in the morning, she expected everyone to be asleep but she was surprised t
A week elapsed. A lot changed for Moosa.But nothing changed for Roshanay.While Farah reveled in her success. Farah came to know about the truth related to Roshanay's past, the day that security guard harassed Roshanay in the kitchen. She was standing out of the kitchen when she heard him threaten Roshanay. Farah was aware, if she would go straight up to Moosa and confess, he might not believe her or Roshanay could come up with another lie which will put her in a difficult position infront of Moosa. So she waited. Waited for the right time to strike. And the right time came when she got to know about Malik bringing Roshanay's mother back to Moosa. She devised the plan. Carefully. Waiting for the right moment to strike. She wanted Moosa to listen the word from the tongue of his dear wife's mother. And that's what exactly happened. After Alizeh's kidnap, her aunt had become so emotionally dependent on her. And she used this emotional dependency to exploit her. Her aunt was smitte
It was 4 in the morning when Roshanay's eyes fluttered opened. Her eyes connected with the ceiling. A dimly lit bulb was turned on and she realized she was not in her room.An instant pain bubbled up from her lips. She rubbed her tongue on her lips. They were dry and cracky with a metallic taste. She sat up on her bed to observe her surroundings. She had seen this room before since she stayed here when she first came in this mansion. Her gaze went to Moosa who was offering his prayers. She waited for him to be done with his prayer so she could request him again to allow her to meet her mother. He can punish her, brutally punish her for all she cared now. All she wanted in this moment to somehow hear these words, 'you can meet your mother' from his lips.Her eyes were aching with the need of witnessing her mother's face. Hear her voice. Touch her hands. Feel her warmth.Roshanay had thought her mother had died. When she was told about the news of her return, it felt as if someone ha